(10)

Hiroki founds himself in his old book populated bedroom. With Nowaki beside him.

If his teenaged -Akihiko -obsessed self could see him now he thought wishfully

He slowly sat up from bed and rubbed his temples. The reason for his ragging hangover was soon realised when a flash of memory's flooded his poor brain. The hand on his forehead went to his mouth in shock.

He groaned, pulled his hair, called himself several interesting swear words and kicked the bedside table for extra measures. Surprisingly, the oh so oblivious Nowaki didn't wake up.

Of course his parents would not bother to make them sleep in separate room now that they knew. The thought made him blush.

The clock said it was only eleven and the darkness outside confirmed that it was -thankfully-night time.

He slowly got out of bed. Maybe he and Nowaki could sneak out.

But no such luck was granted to him. As soon as he was in the hallway to observe his surrounding he heard muffled voices coming from the kitchen downstairs.

He crept down the stairs, avoiding the very creaky fourth step and pressed his ear on the door of the kitchen.

He couldn't hear much of what was being said behind the thick wooden door. But this was all so childish really; he was a grown man and could easily have a discussion with his parents like an adult. Not eavesdrop.

The door suddenly opened and Hiroki had tumbled forward into the kitchen without the weight of the door to support him.

He looked up and was meet by his fathers half stern half amused glare. He wasn't nervous of that glare, his father simply like to glare occasionally.

"Eavesdropping are we Hiroki?"

He gulped, that glare made him nervous.

"Get up; your mother would like to talk to you."

He got up and looked over his fathers shoulder.

She was sitting at the round table sniffling quietly to herself with her back facing them.

Hiroki sighed.

His father silently left the kitchen. Hiroki wished he wouldn't, he was much to easier to deal with then his mother.

He sat on the chair beside her. She didn't turn around to look him.

"Mum," he began. "I'm gay."

This got her to turn around. She looked at her son like he was and utter idiot.

"Well duh! Of course you are!"

I just made a epic life changing confession and all she could say was duh, he thought a bit miffed.

She got up so rapidly the chair almost drooped form from behind her. She opened the fridge, got out the milk cartoon and poured it in to two cups.

She sat back down and abruptly, shoved the mug to her son.

"Drink it." she demanded.

"I don't really-"

"DRINK IT!"

"Okay. "He drained half the cup in one go while his mother-disturbingly enough-finished her whole full glass in one go.

He put the cup down slowly looked at his mother and her very empty cup nervously.

She burped and stared straight ahead.

"Mum…" he began not sure what to say. Was she upset that he never told her? Did she not want a gay son? They weren't overly religious so that surely wasn't the case. Not even his father looked to be that upset about the news.

She started sniffling again like she was holding back tears

"I always wanted a daughter you know." she said thoughtfully looking into space.

"Oh."

"Oh yes." she nodded. "No offence to you dear. A son wasn't all that bad either because as an alternative you could always give me grandbabies. I always new you'd find a lovely partner; you were always such a clever little boy. i'd be lying if I said you were sweet and well mannered, but clever you were indeed."

She suddenly started wailing miserably. Hiroki helplessly tried to put an arm around her. "I-I-I always w-wanted grandchildren. But noo, you selfishly had to go ahead and ruin it for me! Now I can't even have a daughter in law! A daughter in law? Is that too hard to ask?"

"Its okay mum." he patted her cowardly.

"No its not! If I had a daughter she would never go ahead and turn into a lesbian on me."

"You never know, maybe she-"

"NO SHE WOULDN'T!"

Okay, he should close his moth now he knows better then to disagree with anything his mother said in a state like this.

"Now what am I going to do? Raise goldfish? Collect cats? Or will they betray me and turn gay swell!"

He sighed know she was just being ridicules and he told her just that.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly and swayed a little in exhaustion.

"What are you PMSing or something?"

"I wouldn't be expecting children from you if I could still so that now would I?"

"I'm sorry." for what he didn't know.

She sighed and smiled at him.

"Oh baby." she sighed heavily, turned to him and stroked his hair. "You don't need to be sorry." she opened her arms an offering. He hesitated for a second before he embraced her. "No wonder you didn't tell your crazy old mother. Just look at how I'm reacting. "

"What about dad?"

"Oh, he's alright about it, said we should have noticed to begin with it. I think the only thing he could think about was the wine you guys drank." she laughed warily.

They let go of each other and Hiroki finished the rest of his milk.

"You're not by any chance bi are you?" she asked a little hopefully.

"Mum!"

"Sorry, sorry."

"You know you can have a son in law, well not legally of course, that isn't so bad is it?"

"I suppose not entirely. Do you love Nowaki-kun?"

"Course I do."

"That's wonderful. So what do you love about him?" she asked placing her chin on her palm and looking at him curiously.

"Mum I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Honey!" she suddenly called out. "You can stop eavesdropping now!"

"I wasn't eavesdropping." Hiroki's father said entering the kitchen with a stack of books in his arms and a small box. "Just checking if you stopped your tantrum yet."

"Oh good idea dear. Give him the books."

"What books?" Hiroki asked.

"Well," his mother said as her husband sat with them at the table and placed the books down. With closer inspections Hiroki could see the titles. He blushed.

"We are your parents after all. We aren't as naïve as you think we are. We always had this suspicion that you swing the other direction."

"Especially after your mum found those magazines under your bed."

His blush deepened.

"Anyway, we had the suspicion but we never confronted you about it. Hoping that you'd tell us yourself." she glared at him when she said the last part.

"So we waited." her husband continued for her. "Even through the phase were we thought you were dating Akihiko. Your mother never really wanted to believe our suspicion, what with her thirst for grandchildren and the betrayal she would feel when she found out you haven't told us in so long. In the mean time I stocked up these books ready for the moment you told us."

"Which you never did." his mother said bitterly.

"Yes I did." he said a little defensively

"You were intoxicated." she said.

"By my wine." his father added.

Yes. Shutting up definitely suited as a good idea.

"So here are some books to help you stabilise in the life of homoness."

"Did you just say homoness?"

"Yes."

"Dad, that's not a word! It's either a homo, which I find a mightily offence term, or living a life as a homo."

His father generally likes to create words up, it pissed off Hiroki to an unbearable point.

"Whatever you say meanyphile." that's was his so called name for Hiroki ever since he became a teacher. A combination of Paedophile and mean. Definition a person who has desires to be mean to children. He tired some many times to explain the word his looking for was misopedia Besides he preferred Kamijou devil any day.

His mother didn't happen to mind her husband odd usage of words annoying. Hiroki, on the other hand, wholeheartedly believed in the good use of the Japanese language and if it wasn't in the dictionary it wasn't a word.

"Hiroki look what I made." his father said rummaging inside the box.

He brought out what appeared to be an innocent t-shirt but when he unfolded it he saw that it had rainbows on them and read. Proud to be parent of a gay boy!

Hiroki planned on disposing it the moment the got his hands on it.

"We have a matching pair." his mother informed him looking up from one of the books she was reading to beam at him. "I do hope you're having safe sex by the way dear, just look at this penis infection."

"IGNORENCE IS A BLISS!" he tried to snatch the books of the hands of his giggling mother.

"Now son." his father put a hand on his shoulder sounding more serious. "I don't mean to sound unsupportive or doubtful, because I honestly don't mind at all about how you are."

At least he was using real words.

"But I have to ask. Which one of these two do you find sexually attractive? In your honest opinion. Don't think just point."

He pulled out tow magazine cut out pictures. One of an attractive six packed man with trunks and the other of a brunet bikini wearing women.

"Personally I prefer the lady, but that's just my opinion." he shrugged his shoulder.

"Dad! What is your problem?"

"Just laying it out for you."

"Defiantly the man. Don't we think so much alike honey?" his mother said pleasantly.

"What is wrong with you?"

"It didn't work did it? No worries I have other tests."

He was afraid to ask. "Like what?"

He leaned forward and brushed a bit a hair off his son to look behind his ear.

"What are you doing dad?" he pulled away annoyed.

"Looking for the gay straight switch." he said humouring tricking tine his voice.

"These diagrams are fascinating, honey come take a look!" his mother said.

"No can do, I need to pee." he got up and left the kitchen.

Hiroki snatched the books out of her grips while she was distracted.

"No need to be so forceful Hiroki. Between you and me those sex diagrams are-" she made gesture of fanning herself.

"I think we should leave now, I'll go wake up Nowaki."

"Don't do that! It's horrible rude to wake some one up. God help Nowaki with having a partner like you. God knows how I had the patience to deal with your father."

"Well Nowaki does love me." he said a bit bashfully.

"I like him. He seems really sweat. I'll make sure to be will informed of the life of homoness-"

"Homo."

"Yes, homo life before he wakes up tomorrow morning. Oh, this is all so exciting. He's working to be a paediatrician right, he such an adorable young man, strong ad tall yet soft in the eyes and I bet his good with children. We have to meet his parents! Oh I bet there wonderful people. Have you met them yet?"

"He was raised in an orphanage mum."

"Dear god, bless him. So I guess that means no one ever gave him The Talk."

"What talk?"

"You know…" she shifted uncomfortable. "The birds and the bees talk."

He had too much respect for his parents to swear in front of them and since he was an ill tempered person he learned to divert the conversations like these with his parents before he exploded.

"I can never understand why they named it birds and bees. It's not like the bees and birds have anything to do with each other. There completely different spices for heaven sakes. The bee will probably sting it anyway."

She smiled. "You know what I mean Hiro-san."

"I'm starting to prefer meanyphile."

She laughed.

"Mum I'm a twenty something your old man, I really don't need you giving me this so called birds and the bees talk."

"I know." she said wishfully. "I know."

To Hiroki's relief his parents went to bed a while later, they said there good nights and Hiroki saw his mother taking a self help book called sexual identity with her to bed.

He was sincerely dreading the next morning when they got there claws on Nowaki.

He sat on the table alone thoughtful for a while.

"Hiro-san?"

He looked up and saw Nowaki standing there.

"Hey. Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah. My head hurts." he sat down on the table beside Hiroki looking a little confused. "Hiroki, I don't mean to sound provoking but why was your dad looking behind my ear just now."

Yes, Hiroki was sincerely dreading tomorrow morning.

Can this still be called a drabble since I have part two's to a few of these chapters? Hmmm…

pleas reveiw.